these days it's like walking into a deep dark pit of despair everytime the door opens where you learn to feel familiar welcoming the squish of mississippi mud beneath your toes or on your face you feel the silty earth and know that you've regressed into a state where even grammar the stable function of the universe can no longer reach you you are breaking ever rule walking with no direction sprouting german nonsense eating strudel to boot happiness in a glass jar is only fifty cents it's a combination of nautical nonsense and a regression to childhood and a poem with no logic period
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I'm not sure what I think of this sort of style... thoughts?
I actually like the tone and sort of 'monotonic' lack of punctuation in this one. It especially fits this poem well.
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